This is by no means a cry for help, I’m really doing well and am enjoying myself. I’ve met nice people, I like my job, and the people I work with. Then, last night our sweet, slightly homesick 20 year old intern asked me if I was also homesick. And honestly I’m not (I mean, where is home for crying out loud?). Buuut, while I was explaining that homesickness for me was more about a person, rather than a place, I kind of felt like this:
My hair sort of resembles that clip.